Blew the fence over
Pots strewn everwhere
Neighbour not bothered
I hope he fixes it
In the meantime
I have no de-fence…
Storm Dave
Tag: Poetry
The clocks changed
Ugh!
One less hours sleep
Clocks sprang forward
Insomnia splurged
Sleep deprived
It says 23:20
But it’s really 00:20
Am tired
Lost
Shattered
Achy
Huh! I remember
Extra light…
Starburst
If I see a Nova
Will it burst in fire?
A pinprick of light
Blossoming like a Daisy?
Rare sighting
May light our sky
Adding an extra bright star
That will glow
Then fade
Shaded by dust and debris.
Perhaps we could see a Supernova.
More explosive
Dangerous
It’s impact unknown.
Esther’s limerick challenge… Ride
Esther Chiltons weekly prompt for a limerick was the word ride. Many different ideas came to mind. Fairground rides, riding in a train. Car rides. Riding a bicycle or motorcycle.
I tried to come up with something a bit unusual..and funny…
I decided to ring “local ride”
And waited by the road side
Till a horse came along
Which was absolutely wrong!
A jockey? I’m not! Better hide!
An Orb
An orb shone in the sky today.
For once it wasn’t a cold grey day
I think it was a star or nova
As in the blue it seemed to hover.
It couldn’t be real,
It was surreal.
Someone said, now build a boat
The rain will come again…
No doubt!
March 1st
Soon there will be tulips
Now there are snowdrops,
Daffodils emerge
Life comes back
Despite the winter
Earth renews
The circle of life rotates
Finds new ways to escape
From the grim greys
The dark days
The light plays
And lifts my spirits.
After Escher ?
Look into the crystal ball
See what you can see?
Is it a reflection
or is it really me?
Trapped in time and hidden
Never to grow old
A portrait is an instant
In time, no longer told.
Memory of power
Ability to do
But time just gets slower
A reminder of you.
Friendship
He would sit by my side
Keeping me company
My heart is heavy now…
He’s gone
How do I know he loved me?
His purring voice
His kneading paws
He was my two toned friend
Walking away, a single look back
Goodbye, I’ll see you later…
(for my cat)
A heart
A heart in the bottom of my mucky mug.
Like a parchment map of old
Stained shape of hidden treasure
And a bit like Plutos bold
Heart impaled on its frosty ground
Making it’s tiny world go round
Hearts bring me cheer
Makes me remember
He once was here.
So I write a poem to remind me
While on the cooker I’m burning tea!
I’ve got a soggy nose
Atishoo
Tissue time!
I’ve got a runny nose
Soggy and boggy
Dripping like a tap
An open faucet
Breath limited
To one nostril
Ugh
Yuk
Mucus
Snot!
Mallaband-Brown 